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aph & ben harris - finicky lyrics

[intro: ben harris]

(yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, ben harris yeah, aph yeah uhh knightmares)

(woah woah)

{verse 1: ben harris}

ooh it’s a tragedy
lil’ b-tch you cannot be
on my level, i’m on top like a canopy
sorry to spill the can of beans
y’all living ludacris fantasies
while this movie a reality
look more like slater but run sh-t like zachary
no bell gon’ save you when i let this ratchet speak
have yo team frantically shaking like tambourines
skating on thin ice make you buckle like bambi’s knees
got a big booty b-tch ‘cus flat -sses don’t flatter me
i threw this d-ck up in her oral cavity
painted her face and created a masterpiece
no, for real sh-t belong in a gallery
brain so good she could start her own academy
only fly private what the f-ck is baggage claim
(no for real, sh-t)
can’t move my wrist sh-t, someone grab the antifreeze
stay plugged, full battery
on my toes like i cannot reach

[chorus: ben harris]

b-tch, i be ready
all this d-mn water
gon break the dam levee like
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
b-tch we on it
only be speakin that boss sh-t
ain’t talkin’ money why the f-ck we talkin’

why you so finicky
why you so finicky
so fake and so finicky talkin’ big sh-t but just wasting my energy
plus i got that hen in me
you f-ckin’ offending me
are you f-cking kidding me

[verse 2: aph]

are you f-cking kidding me
i had a friend go ahead and turn to my enemy
n-gg-s you moving so funny and finicky
move a few packs you act like a 10 a key

i might have to take you way back
skinny jeans and a wave cap
treat ya girl like a maybach
let her ride me while i lay back

no chaser, this straight jack
doubled up on a four pack
now i’m pushing bout 12 racks
stacking bread no flapjacks

f-ck a friend make a stack back
more head then a snapback
if you take a loss then you snap back
if its bad luck then you snap that

like, oh sh-t
b-tch, i be ready
all in the cut like i have a machete
break ya girl jaw like its ed, edd & eddy
adrenaline pumping but my hand stay steady like
oh no, oh woah

i got the sauce, yeah i got the juice
on top of my game like i live on a roof
i got a sedan but might cop me coupe

(ohh ohh ohh ohh)

[chorus: ben harris]

b-tch, i be ready
all this d-mn water
gon break the dam levee like
ooh ooh ooh ooh
b-tch we on it
only be speakin that boss sh-t
ain’t talkin’ money why the f-ck we talkin’

why you so finicky
why you so finicky
so fake and so finicky talkin’ big sh-t but just wasting my energy
plus i got that hen in me
you f-ckin’ offending me
are you f-cking kidding me

- aph ben harris lyrics

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